My Husband Is Now My Wife の小説・ストーリー

“So, how was last night?” I raised an eyebrow. “Private.” “That’s not what I was asking. I just meant, did you have a good time?” “Yes.” I hadn’t been fucked like that in two years. It felt goddamn amazing. “Where is your husband now?” It took me a second to understand her question because that title took some time to settle into my bones. Hades was my husband now. That was how everyone would refer to him…as my husband. “Work.” “Wow, he’s dedicated. That’s a good trait in a man.”

He thinks he's getting revenge, but he's just doing her dirty work. The realization crashed into me, leaving me cold. Six years of marriage, and all the pain Luna had gone through, traced back to a single rotten lie. I let out a short, bitter laugh and looped my arm through Matteo's. "Matteo, lasciamo perdere, sono stanca. From now on, I'm not Donna anymore. I'm just your sister." Under Matteo's protection, Luna and I adjusted to our new life in no time. He pulled in his top-tier counterintelligence network and erased every trace of our existence.

Then he reached out and traced my cheek with his finger. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. And just like that, I knew—this night was going to be deeper, more intense, more everything than anything we’d shared before. So yeah—Mrs. Stone. That was me now. His wife. And him? My husband. The way that word settled over us tonight felt heavier, sweeter. Like it belonged.

he says, “you need to drop this whole boyfriend nonsense.” My heart skips. I feel like someone has punched me in the face. All of this, this whole seduction—was just a ploy? A way to manipulate me? I push him off, anger burning through me now. “So that’s what this is? You thought you could come in here, kiss me, and I’d just forget everything?” Ryan sits up. “You’re my wife, Julie. You don’t need anyone else.” I laugh, my voice shaking with rage. “You mean, I don’t get to have anyone else. But you—you get to have your girlfriend, flaunt her in front of me, and still come crawling into my bed when it suits you?”

The officiant burst into laughter just when I was about to claim her lower lips as mine, and she hurriedly pulled away. I am going to kill him. He just ruined my moment, I am going to kill him. It’s a pity he was paid in full. That asshole. “We are married now, my wife,” I smiled gently at the woman whose face was totally flushed. “Did you just transition from princess to my wife?” She raised her brows and I chuckled. “It was not hard doing so, my wife,” I said again and she snapped her brows together like she was really displeased with that.

"This is messed up beyond what you can imagine, Adrian. This is not how it works. We just knew each other by fucking the living life out of ourselves in your own father's house, and I am his wife. So—" "Correction," Adrian interrupted her smoothly, cutting her off with the casual precision of a surgeon. "You *were* his wife. Not anymore. So now you are mine. And don't worry, I'm going to go through the proper processes. I'm going to propose to you, and then soon you are going to be my wife."

Vincent, now in just his white shirt and slacks, was watching me from the edge of the bed. “You’re really my wife now,” he said quietly. “You say that like it still surprises you,” I teased. “It does. After everything… it really happened.” He reached for my hand and pulled me gently onto his lap. His hands slid to my waist. “Vincent…” “I’ve waited forever. And I’m your husband now,” he whispered, kissing my shoulder, then running his hot tongue along my earlobe. “What I want to do right now is to be inside you.”

“Let me remind you, my dear wife, you’re already limping. If I decide to play with you now, you won’t be able to walk for an entire week. And guess what? That means I’ll have to carry you everywhere again.” Her eyes widened at my teasing, and she lightly pushed against my chest, her face now a brilliant shade of red. “You’re impossible!” she huffed, clearly trying not to smile. “You knew that when you married me,” I shot back, winking at her. Yes, we married again. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was everything she had ever dreamed of. Every little detail she had once wished for in her wedding, we made it happen this time,

Saying grandma just climbed the podium, and is about to announce the next inheritor of the Duran enterprise. I show the text to Raymond, and he nods as he knows we ought to start going. I look up at him in disbelief and admiration. So, he fully is my husband now. I can wake him up with kisses. Tease him with my body, make his meals... And... And... So, now he's mine. My wish came through. He's now fully mine. Mine alone. He catches me staring and smiles at me. I smile back, and he leans in, before kissing me ever so gently. Causing me to blush.

Me: He used to like me every day My husband: not so cool My husband: When I return to Jakarta, I want to meet your supervisor Me: but he scolded me because his friend told me to Me: the original is good Me: now his appearance really changed My husband: you mean? My husband: turned into a handsome man? Me: yes, but you are more handsome My husband: is he married? Me: I don’t know ,, I forgot to ask earlier My husband: if we meet again later ask yes Me: I don't think so, I don't see her wearing a wedding ring on her finger My husband: tomorrow you will go to campus, ask to change the new supervisor with Mr. Galih